Zombies And The Rapture

On any given night, I'll have weird assed dreams. Most of the time I won't remember them until like hours later, if at all. Sometimes I'll just have the general feeling of having a weird dream, but nothing that I remember. Unless I'm taking Melatonin.

Melatonin is an over the counter drug that helps you fall asleep. Now, I could go and get a prescription sleep aid, but this is somewhat easier and works like a charm. I'm not sure if it does damage to your body (it probably does if you become dependent on it), but man, I fall asleep fast when I pop one of these pills. The drawback (or not?) is that you will have incredibly intense (and obviously weird) dreams. You will also not forget them. Which is why I'm blogging about this.

My dream starts out somewhere in the future, in Detroit of all places. I'm older, like really older. I'm in a weird type of house/trailer, talking to an unknown man. I look outside and notice strange things going on. Lights coming down from the heavens, people being lifted up and taken away. Somehow I knew it was the Rapture.

I noticed that some were being left behind. Then a light came down on me. A voice was telling me it was time to go. I didn't want to go, so I begged for a few minutes to say goodbye to people. It was granted, and I ran and hid in a dark room. I was refusing to leave, hiding from God(?), I guess. I knew that if I left this house/trailer, I would be Raptured.

Eventually, I came out of the dark room and looked down on the city. Cars abandoned everywhere, buildings on fire, fucked up roads, basically what Detroit looks like on a regular day (shut up, you know I have to mock Detroit). Then I noticed that the people who were left behind were acting strange. Funny looking. Almost like.......zombies. I went to the front of this house/trailer (which now magically turned into a hotel....dreams are never logical), and looked out on a wide street. Zombie people sitting in cars, out walking around, terrorizing what was left of normal humanity.

At this point in the dream, a bunch of other people appeared, and we decided to try and make a break for it, since the scene was getting so weird. We ventured out to find a car so we could drive somewhere, ANYWHERE, that seemed normal. I must mention that in the dream, I was asking to be Raptured now. I did not want to deal with zombies or other weird things. But I was too late and had blown my chance. So I was stuck in a post-apocalyptic hell.

We eventually found a car and tried to start it. Of course, like in a bad horror flick, it wouldn't start. The zombie hooligans were starting to close in. The weird thing is though that they weren't trying to eat our brains. They were just.....creepy. Like lost souls, I guess. The car finally started, but we couldn't really drive anywhere, because cars were in the way and there were very few normal people left to move them. So all we could do was go back to the house/trailer/hotel and wait. Then.......I woke up.

And this is why you should not become dependent on Melatonin to sleep.